Everyone loved her when she brought happiness
Everyone adored her for what she could give
But no one gave a **** when she was slitting her wrists for the wrong reasons
No one phoned her to see how she was doing

No one was around for her downfall
When she was reaching for a hand to hold on to
Because in truth
If only there was one hand
Even just one hand
She would grab hold of it for dear life for as long and as hard as she can
Because then she would know that even at her darkest hours
There was a hand that cared
Enough to save her dying heart